Her Place: Chapter 6a

little trip to the ER on a family member's behalf delayed some things, so here's the first part of Chapter 6.

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Linda was sopping as she started to clean the room up her pussy was just dripping as she imagined her stuck-up coworkers now cleaning their rooms and waiting to see if they’d be… good enough.

Linda bent down and worked on a tough spot, the work up top forgotten. It wasn’t her place to do work like that, important work with numbers and money and stuff. That was for men.

God, she’d wasted so much time. She could have gotten married right out of high school, learned how to cook and clean and keep the house nice and good for when her man came in and he’d fill her up every night…

Linda bit her lip, but she kept working on those spots. After all, the office had to be perfect. It…

She heard a helpless moan coming through the vents. Another woman. Maybe someone who had cleaned her room, and was being rewarded for it.

Who was being bent over her desk, and trained… no rewarded…

Linda reached down and pulled her blouse apart, the buttons bouncing free and going all over the room. Her big jugs bounced free and the air just caused her nipples to stiffen right up. It felt right, it felt good. She’d have to find the buttons later, keep cleaning but now, the way they swung forward as she kept scrubbing turned her on even more.

Another cry echoed through the room.

All those stuck up sluts learning their place… And Linda was dripping, just ready for a man to come in and show her her place. Make her his.

His little woman.

In her place.

She was hot, and getting hotter. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had more than one orgasm in a day, and now, not even ten minutes after she’d cum in that closet, she was getting ready to cum again!

Working the grime out was turning her on as well. It felt so natural, so good, so…

“Linda.”

Her pussy clenched at the word. The sheer malenessof the tone just letting her know a man wanted her attention.

Linda whipped her head around and then scrambled to her feet.

HE was there. Stan. But his fly was open and his cock was just standing straight out, thick, dark, quivering.

Stan didn’t look embarrassed. He looked down at her and nodded.

“Cleaning the room?”

“Yes, sir.” Linda dropped her eyes, even as she realized that Stan was letting his eyes roam over her.

“Good. You’re doing a good job.”

Linda pressed her legs together. He’d approved of her.

“I could use a maid.”

It took a second for Linda to realize that he was offering the job to her.

“I—I can clean, Sir!” Linda said. “I can’t cook, not as well as I should…” she blushed in shame, realizing how many nights she’d just ordered out, instead of learning how to cook for her man. “But—but I can learn!” There were cookbooks and Internet pages and she could learn how to be a great cook for him, cooking in nothing but a kitchen apron while her pussy just dripped with anticipation.

“Good. You know, I’ve been thinking about my place, since some of those ads popped up.” He gestured and Linda turned to see her monitor. But it wasn’t showing a woman cooking or cleaning… now there was the outline of a kneeling woman in front of a standing man.

His place. Of course. The ads hadn’t just been telling Linda about her place, here, on her knees in front of a man…

But it had been reminding the men of their place. Their place to stand above the women. To make them theirs. To make them… their girls…

Linda whimpered at the thought as she looked up at Stan. He looked down at her, taller than her, stronger, more powerful than she was.

Of course. He was a man.

“We’re going to change things here, but first of all…” He looked around the room. “I’ve done your work for you enough, Linda. So we’re changing things. This is my office now. Right?”

“I—“ A flicker of resistance appeared. This was her office. Stan was her intern—

“Right?”

The word, that single, powerful world, reminded Linda.

This was her place. To… she fell to her knees, arching her back, showing off her tits to Stan as he looked down at her. She loved the position. Her on her knees, the man looming over her.

It was right.

“Yes, sir,” Linda said. “I mean, after all, you’re a lot better at this kind of work than I am. We’re really not good at complex stuff like this, not like you…”

“That’s right, what are you good at?”

“Cooking and cleaning… I mean, once I learn how to cook, and I can! I mean, it’s what I’m ready for!”

That and your cock. A woman always needed a cock.

“Good girl,” he told her. “Now, I think it’s time to reward you.”  He started stroking his cock. “You want to be rewarded, don’t you?”

“Yes…” she whispered.

“And you’ll keep being a good girl. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you by making you stand in the corner.”

Linda shuddered at that thought. Standing in the corner, because she’d been bad. But that wasn’t the only thing she was thinking.

Standing in the corner because her man had told her. Because that was what a good girl did. Obey her man. Standing knowing just how much he was controlling her…

“No sir, I want to be a good girl.”

He ran one hand over her hair, fingers tangling in her thick strands, and then nodded. “You’ll be a good girl. Cooking and cleaning and then punching out a kid. I think you’d look good, knocked up.”

Cooking and cleaning with my tits just dripping with milk and my big belly showing just how virile my man was…

“Yes sir…”

“Well then, let’s get started,” Stan said.